whispering

woods

Voices, hidden by twilight.

Roots of silence ensnare.

Step lightly—

the forest speaks in riddles.

Listen not, lest you find:

fearsome intuition awaits.

Paths diverge, shadows stretch.

Seek Mad Cats, if curiosity beckons.

Or wander to Nightfall Theory.

Firm grip—

the roots whisper secrets untold.

Touch nothing, hold nothing.

Return when the whisper ceases.